Michele Young-Stone

Friday, June 11, 2010

What's going on?

I want to fly like a bird--with direction--and not like a kite or a leaf.

I want to hold time still. Yesterday in Chestnut Creek with my son; keep the picture, the smell, temperature, taste, rockiness and certainty with me. Certainty seems hard to come by sometimes.

Galax is beautiful: writers, monarch butterflies, crayfish, river glass, chestnuts, the Galax leaf. Sunday, I drive to Chapel Hill to tape Bookwatch with D. G. Martin, who was so wonderful to invite me.

And Tuesday, I get to meet with the Richmond Book Club in Midlothian. I am THRILLED that they've embraced me and my book. Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Book-Launch Party, 2-5 pm, Northside Grille, 1217 Bellevue Avenue, RVA 23227; Books will be available through Chop Suey Books 2 days before they are available elsewhere! Go Indie! Michele will be on hand to sign books and drink wine.

Michele

Above Us Only Sky

Above Us Only Sky is the story of two women separated by oceans, generations and war, but connected by something much greater--the gift of wings.

Today, I am proud to announce that it will be published in early 2015.

This novel was, like all books, a labor of love. This story was inspired by so many things, big things and small things, pieces hard to describe. Here's an attempt: marzipan, WWII survivors, victims, scars, birds, girls, loneliness, family, flight, plight, friendship, sunrise, sunset, lust, loveliness, magic, wings, goony birds, sparrows, pelicans, best friends, moonlight, lightning, everything frightening. My heart is in this book. It is a lush work. Lush is the word that I keep coming back to. I can't wait for you to read it! I think you'll feel like flying.

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#18 Somebody who is 60 remembers a time when the expression "sucks" sounded downright dirty, and probably was.#19 You think Foster the People is a social program under the Obama Administration.

Perry on Fallophilia: "While normal in appearance, those afflicted with Fallophilia may waxpoetic about the beauty and charm of small New England villages, extol supposed virtues and wonder in fallen leaves and crisp clear evenings, or sigh contentedly while reading poetry by Robert Frost. All of which begs the question:Don't these crazy ass people know what's coming next?!!"